one time when I was like fifteen I was at the louvre and happened to be in a white shirt and tie (having just come from church) and got mistaken as a security guard. my french was a lot better back then and of course I spoke english, so I spent like a fifteen minutes larping as a museum guard

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unexpected side effect of being bald: when I am grooving at the museum, I start to feel like agent 47. I observe cutscenes and listen in on conversations. I examine plaques and setpieces. I ask guards questions from a preset list and strangers from a contextual prompt

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This is inspiring in the way that kids running a lemonade stand to pay for their friend's chemotherapy is inspiring: the kids are amazing but they should never have to do this. if this inspires you at all, let it inspire you to create a real right to vote so they can just vote on campus.

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Married the love of my life today!

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today Greg told me that when I am telling stories I am especially pretty and vivacious (HIS WORDS) so next time we’re hanging out and you’re thinking “my god does she ever shut up” kindly realign your thinking to match 🙂‍↕️

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